Happy Mortal

Pain: Merely the body's messenger of injury and imbalance? Perhaps a villian to be slayed at all costs? Or is it a virtue to be endured and even relished?

I have the delete button pressed to my head and I'm about to pull the trigger.

I can't help but wonder if we've got the story wrong. What if we're not mis-shapen? What if our culture is? How does that change the way we address our dissatisfaction?

I’m intrigued by people’s reaction to her. It all seems a tad weird to me.

Is this a new dark age? Dark age 2.0? Are we on the front end of an age of momumental forgetfulness?

Yes, our economy is totally fucked up, but I’m talking about a bigger problem here. The American propensity for totally freaking the hell out. For contracting the WAG-d virus. (We’re All Gonna DIE!)